"Bang ......"

The rich second generation applauded in unison and applauded Miaoyin's wonderful swordsmanship.

Song De couldn't help but be startled when he saw Zhang Mingshan fall straight down, thinking that Zhang Mingshan had been injured somewhat.

As a result, Zhang Mingshan actually snored and fell into a deep sleep in an instant.

I have to say that although the competition between Zhang Mingshan and Miaoyin only lasted for less than ten minutes, it made Zhang Mingshan directly exhausted, relaxed in one breath, and immediately fell to the ground to rest.

The power of the Qingmei swordsmanship becomes more powerful the more it goes, as if the tide of the river is endless. Especially if Miao Yin can be unhindered and there is no way to interrupt her sword moves halfway, both the speed of the sword and the power of the sword will be superimposed, until the opponent is finally ground into pieces like a grinding disc.

Zhang Mingshan's Five Elements Fist is actually not a showmanship, and he also has real kung fu at hand, so he can be regarded as a master.

However, his opponent is Miao Yin, a kung fu master who faces a martial arts master who also has a sword in his hand, and the ending is destined to be a tragedy.

"Take them away. Miao Yin said to Song De.

Song De looked at Zhang Mingshan, then turned his head to look at Liu Qing, sighed helplessly, arched his hand towards Miaoyin and said, "Understand, farewell." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Miaoyin to respond, he resisted one shoulder to the other, and carried the master and junior brother away.

After this battle, the rich second generation burst out with great enthusiasm for sword practice, and the eyes of the four people who looked at Miaoyin were very different, but became a little admired, a little curious, and a little respectful.

At all times, the strong are always respected. For men, there is nothing more revered than the personal combat power of a real sword.

At this time, they had already reacted, and the discipline of the four Miaoyin when they swung their wooden swords on weekdays was not taken seriously at all.

Otherwise, they would have fallen to the ground and fallen asleep like Zhang Mingshan.

No, they are far worse than Zhang Mingshan, and they can't be compared at all.

Huang Shao's full name is Huang Deren, his father is the CEO of a venture capital company, and he also controls one-third of the shares of a listed company, with personal assets of more than 3 billion.

As the youngest child of the Huang family, he has naturally been favored since he was a child. He has a capable eldest brother and second sister above him, which is enough to inherit and support his father's net worth, and Huang Shao's father will inevitably indulge him a little bit, not as strict as his eldest brother and second sister.

As a result, with such indulgence, over time, Huang Shao has become a profligate.

By the time Huang Shao's father realized that his son had grown crooked, and he had accidentally become a gentleman, he couldn't come back.

From childhood to adulthood, Huang Shao has had everything he wants, and he has never fought for anything, anyway, his father is rich and powerful, and he will always help him get it.

A life without a goal, a life without knowing what you want, will lose your way.

The same is true for Huang Shao, who has been clothed and fed since he was a child, he really can't find the direction he needs to work hard and struggle for.

So he ate, drank, and was merry, wandering, confused and mocking at all kinds of busy people, and laughing at their destined ordinary lives.

And just before, when he was caught by someone and pushed away with a slight blow from the wooden sword, Huang Shao felt boundless anger and deep shame.

Especially Zhang Mingshan's sarcastic eyes, like an elephant looking at a little ant who is not self-sufficient.

And the huge force from the wooden sword made him unable to resist, and while knocking him away, it also easily pierced the pride and confidence he had always had.

Obviously surrounded by buddies and friends, it seems that he is the only one left in the whole world.

For the first time, Huang Shao felt so helpless and so eager for strength.

At this moment, Miao Yin appeared, and an endless stream of sword moves attacked Zhang Mingshan, and the chic and elegant figure was as intoxicating as an ancient swordsman.

Zhang Mingshan, who is extremely powerful to him, is as fragile as an aggrieved kitten in Miaoyin's hands, and is even used as a practical prop for on-site teaching.

The rich second generation is not stupid, and Huang Shao is not stupid, so he naturally knows that Miaoyin has left his hand, otherwise Zhang Mingshan will definitely not be able to support it for so long.

And Miao Yin uses a wooden sword, what if it is replaced with an iron sword?

What if the person who defeated Zhang Mingshan was himself?

Huang Shao couldn't stop thinking when he saw Miaoyin's figure standing with his hands in his hands.

That must be extremely handsome!

Miao Yin walked into the gate of the kendo hall first, and a group of rich second generations consciously followed behind, unconsciously imitating Miao Yin's posture of carrying the sword on his back, thinking that this posture was too handsome.

As soon as they entered the kendo hall, the rich second generation didn't need to be greeted, they consciously lined up in the training ground, and then began to practice the sword moves taught by Miaoyin yesterday.

Aside from their non-standard posture and the softness of the wooden sword, every move is extremely serious.

After all, they had already seen the power of Qingmei's swordsmanship, and after witnessing Miaoyin, they used these sword moves to put Zhang Mingshan to the ground, and there was no pressure during the whole process.

Swordsman, it's so special that it meets the taste of the rich second generation, one word, handsome!

Miao Ling, who was in charge of guiding them in sword practice, was shocked by the enthusiasm of the rich second generation, and quickly came back to his senses and began to correct their movement postures, as well as the skills of applying force to change strength.

Huang Shao did not immediately run to practice swords with his brothers, but found Miao Yin meditating cross-legged under a plane tree.

Miao Yin's wooden sword was placed horizontally on his lap, and the lotus seal was placed on the wooden sword with both hands, which gave people a sense of tranquility and serenity when viewed from a distance.

As soon as Huang Shao approached, Miao Yin opened his eyes, glanced at him, and handed him the wooden sword: "Your sword, return it to you." ”

Huang Shao was stunned, took the wooden sword, and whispered with some shame: "Thank you, master." ”

Miao Yin nodded slightly, and said seriously: "We who learn swords, the sword is our closest comrade-in-arms, and it is also the continuation of our siblings, and it is a part of our body. Therefore, at all times, hold on to the sword in your hand and never let the sword fall from your hand. ”

Huang Shao laughed self-deprecatingly: "The sword is in the people, is the sword dead?"

Miaoyin didn't laugh, but looked at him with a serious expression, so Huang Shao couldn't laugh anymore.

"The sword is in the people, and the sword is dead, this is indeed the basic principle of learning the sword. I and Miao Ling Miaoyue Miaoxin are the same, from childhood to big sword never left our bodies, since we learned the sword, as long as we do it with people, we have never let the sword go. ”

"In the past, as long as people who studied martial arts competed with others, they could easily distinguish between life and death, otherwise it would be difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, so there was a saying that the sword was in the sword and the person died in the sword. ”

But the deeper meaning of this sentence is to make the sword a part of your body, inseparable from you. A man is a sword, a sword is a man, and when you reach this state, no one can knock down your sword. It is only at this time that he can be called a swordsman. Otherwise, it can only be called a sword-wielder. ”

Huang Shao took a deep breath and saluted solemnly: "Master, I want to be a swordsman, not a swordmaker." ”